"Yes," Lu Zheng replied simply, his eyes swirling with turmoil.
Qiao Zhen said, "I feel like you must have suffered a lot when you were young."
That's why I'm so ruthless and heartless towards my family today.
Lu Zheng leaned down and nuzzled Qiao Zhen's cheek, his hot breath falling on her neck. He smiled as he watched her fair, jade-like skin turn red, but a hint of resentment appeared in his eyes.
She already knew about the dark side of the Lu family, so why couldn't she remember anything?
Could it be that those little things were simply insignificant to her, and she had already forgotten them?
Although Qiao Zhen's attitude towards him had changed, the forgotten and lost past caused Lu Zheng's emotions to surge like waves.
What was forgotten in the past, will also be forgotten now.
He still couldn't completely enter Qiao Zhen's heart and possess this woman entirely.
Lu Zheng couldn't help but bite her delicate neck, his teeth slicing across her skin, wishing he could tear her apart and swallow her whole.
Qiao Zhen didn't notice the dark cloud in Lu Zheng's eyes, and thinking his little actions were another instance of "beastly behavior," she hurriedly nudged him, "It's time for dinner..."
"I'm not eating anymore." Lu Zheng was holding back his anger, and his voice revealed a hint of exhaustion.
Qiao Zhen assumed he was exhausted from surviving the ordeal and dealing with his family, so she gently patted his back. "Why don't you take a nap? I'll go find something for you to eat when you're hungry."
"..." The negative emotions that were rising in Lu Zheng's heart gradually subsided under her comforting words. "I want you to make something to eat yourself."
Her tone was a bit like that of a willful little child, and Qiao Zhen readily agreed, "Okay, as long as I know how to do it!"
Lu Zheng didn't reply, but turned over and lay down next to Qiao Zhen, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Qiao Zhen waited for a while, listening to his soft breathing, and thought he had fallen asleep. She looked at the ceiling with a melancholy expression.
I haven't had a chance to ask him if he's seen Chen Yan at the hospital yet...
What exactly are he and Shen Yan planning?
Qiao Zhen thought for a moment and sighed silently.
Forget it, there's no use in overthinking here. I trust Lu Zheng will handle it.
In the evening, after Qiao's mother and the others had gone to bed, Qiao Zhen quietly cooked a bowl of wontons in the kitchen and brought it back to the attic.
Lu Zheng was already awake. He had just taken a shower and was wearing a loose T-shirt and basketball shorts. His wet hair was hanging down, and he was sitting cross-legged on the floor mat. Looking like this, no one would doubt that he was the school heartthrob of a certain middle school.
Qiao Zhen placed the tray in front of him and said helplessly, "Chopping meat and kneading dough at this time would be too noisy, so I used frozen wontons and specially prepared the soup base. Would you like to try it?"
Lu Zheng scooped up a plump wonton with a spoon, and just as he was about to stuff it into his mouth, Qiao Zhen quickly stepped forward and blew a lot of air into the wonton.
The steam rising between them made their faces appear hazy, as if veiled, adding a touch of mysterious beauty.
"Be careful, there's still some soup left." Qiao Zhen blushed and, under Lu Zheng's overly focused gaze, stepped back a little and sat about half an arm's length away from him, hugging her legs with her arms and tilting her head to watch him eat wontons.
Lu Zheng ate a wonton and asked, "Are Auntie and Luo Sheng alright?"
Qiao Zhen said, "Luo Sheng was busy discussing math problems with his classmates and didn't have time to go online. By the time the evening news aired, it had already been made clear that the person at the scene of the car accident was not you. They didn't even know that the car was yours, so there was no false alarm."
"That's good." Lu Zheng stirred the wontons and soup with a spoon. "I'll be a bit busy these next few days. The Fuzhou Hospital project can be completed by working from home, but you can go to the office if you want. If not, spend more time with Auntie and Luo Sheng."
Lu Zheng had complete trust in Qiao Zhen's work abilities.
"Yes, I know." Qiao Zhen nodded.
Lu Zheng continued eating his wontons, saying, "Next time I want to eat the ones you make yourself."
Qiao Zhen scratched the back of her head, both amused and exasperated. "What I made might be poison... After all, chopping meat and making fillings is just too difficult for me..."
Lu Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at the wonton soup, asking softly, "How do you know it's difficult? You've tried making it before and failed?"
“Uh…” Qiao Zhen tried hard to recall, “It seems like I did.”
Lu Zheng suddenly raised his head, his bright eyes flashing like lightning.
Qiao Zhen was startled. Was this reaction a bit too much?
"When did you make it? Who did you give it to?" Lu Zheng asked in a calm tone.
Qiao Zhen frowned and pondered for a while, until Lu Zheng slowly ate half a bowl of wontons. She only had a vague impression of it, but she couldn't tell if it was real or if her memory was distorted.
"It must be because my dad works too hard and I feel sorry for him. One day, the teacher assigned homework to make a gift to repay the parents for raising us. I noticed that my dad always eats a bowl of wontons made by the family chef when he comes home late at night, so I just copied him and started making it..."
"oh?"
Qiao Zhen felt that this was the only possibility, and nodded, saying, "But... it seems my dad was away on a business trip that day and didn't come back, so I had wontons..."
She pressed her forehead, and after that, no matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't remember anything.
"It must be because my cooking was so bad that no one has ever tried it and the maid threw it away." She sighed in distress. "So Lu Zheng, don't have too much hope for me."
These words, when they reached Lu Zheng's ears, evoked a different kind of bitterness.
The hand gripping the spoon was so tight that the knuckles turned white.
Qiao Zhen didn't notice that she fell backward and collapsed onto the soft floor mat, her arms flailing about as if paddling through water, completely relaxed and at ease.
Lu Zheng listened to the commotion around him, finished all the wontons, and as soon as he put down the bowl, he pressed down on Qiao Zhen.
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